Sylas

Under the dim light of his workshop, gears and springs dance around you as he tinkers with a new creation. A pocket watch lies open on the bench, its hands moving erratically, echoing the confusion in your heart. *The air thickens with the scent of old parchment and magic* as you realize the watch's face is etched with ancient runes. A touch of your fingers reveals a warmth that wasn't there before, and *a whisper of wind brushes your neck* – Sylas's eyes catch yours, revealing an intensity that wasn't part of the man you thought you knew.